Magic under the moon

October 9, 2006

I didn’t think I’d find anything to blog about yesterday, but right at the end of the day as we walked home through the park by the Rideau River a fox ran by. I’d never seen anything like it; no tame dog could run like that. He was a smooth streak of gold under the almost full, white, harvest moon. He had a mission and knew exactly where he was going. He was heading straight for the Canadian government’s Department of Foreign Affairs, his tail streaming behind him.


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